Flotsam 1948

Judy loved walking the beach, today she loved the harsh wind, it was keeping people at home so she had the beach to herself. Judy enjoyed the isolation it was her time to think, to dream and plan, she really needed inspiration today. Her publisher wanted a outline for her next story, ‘two novels a year Judy, it keeps your readers engaged’. She could hear him now, but all she wanted today was to clear the flotsam out of her mind. Then the images came fast, as her life flashed before her. A mine had removed her leg.

Footnote

Undertaking research for this story I was once again reminded of the horrors of strife, around the world every day people are dying due to abandoned land mines. It is bizarre where a picture will take you.